Anyhow, as I went to bed , I gave Brad instructions on performing the simple task of removing above mentioned tooth from under pillow and replacing it with shiny coins once he retired for the night. Well , come 4 o'clock , I asked hubby if the deed was done, and he answered : I 'll do it later"....are you kidding me??
So , I took on the role of toothfairy..First dilema..How much does a tooth go for these days?
I know paper money is always appreciated , but by the time the last tooth pops out , I might have to declare bankcrupcy, so I decided on two loonies ( for you non Canadians , a loonie is one dollar) 
I creeped into her bedroom and got nervous. I took my job as toothfairy very serious and did not want to ruin my little girls innocents by telling her that all along Mommy is the Toothfairy, Santa Clause and Easter Bunny....the show and Tell sessions at School would never end
I saw the box that Hanna placed her tooth in the night before, on her nightstand and thought to myself..piece of cake. I went down on my belly and took box and opened it..No tooth. Did I drop it.. I searched, but no luck
. Ok, next plan. Check under pillow. I crept my arm under pillow and all along hoped little Hanna would not open her eyes to see only a huge arm and hand, and not the gold,silver purple glittered 2 inch wonderfairy she is expecting ( which at this point I really wish does excist)I found another small treasure box under pillow , and at last the missing tooth. I exchanged it with the two coins and placed it back without waking the sleeping beauty. I flittered out of the room and crawled back into bed. My husband turned to me and asked what I was doing. I told him proudly that I have been the tooth fairy and he replied : Did you leave a note ..because it is not just about the money!...are you kidding me
Maureen 
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